The Big C

18:11 Tuesday evening, a message from Tom: Sab's settled West Bay...end pier

18:12: Thanks. On my way

18:19: Still showing. 2 Great Shears thru

It doesn't take long to grab binoculars, camera, cap, waterproof jacket and car keys, but a little longer to drive the three miles to West Bay. At 18:19 I was still en route, but heard the 'ping' of a message arriving. Pulling up at the seafront, I finally read it. Great Shears?! Blimey! Was it all going off out there? Should I have brought the scope? Out of the car, I headed for the West Pier, pulling my hood and cap down to try and keep the south-westerly driven rain off my specs. At this point, a rare thing happened. I broke into a run. Tom called it 'Scillies running' and claimed to have captured this indignity on camera for posterity. I disagree...

Clearly just a bloke strolling unconcernedly towards the local rarity.

The Sabine's Gull was still there, lingering in the bay off the west side of the pier. It spent a lot of time on the sea - when it was invisible - but did fly around a bit, once or twice coming quite close. Despite the heavy rain, it seemed worth trying for some snaps...

Juv Sabine's Gull. Full-frame 'birder's photo' at 800mm zoom.

The Great Shearwaters had appeared shortly after a trawler came into the harbour, which brought to mind that Berry Head seawatchers once told me how Great Shears sometimes follow trawlers into Torbay. Needless to say, no sign now, but a few distant Balearics through. Tom had the advantage of Kite image-stabilised bins, which are quite amazing things. I can't recall whether his are 16x or 18x, but apparently they are a fantastic asset on pelagics. I can imagine. I could see the Balearics, but in truth they were not identifiable through my bins.

As a postscript to this event, by the end of that very same day an astonishing 53,000 Great Shearwaters had been counted passing the Lizard!

So that was Tuesday evening, me running up the West Pier like a young gazelle and so on. Later that night, bit of a scratchy throat. The following morning, death warmed up. I had crashed and burned, big time. Just out of curiosity I dug out an old test kit...

So that's a big, fat positive for COVID-19

Since the pandemic I have had my share of virus infections, one or two quite nasty, but never tested positive before. So, as far as I am aware, this is my first bout of the dreaded COVID. I am currently on day four. It's not been pleasant, but I've definitely been clobbered harder by non-COVID viruses. Anyway, obviously the birding is on the back burner right now.

Finally, here is a shot of the August 31st Cogden Sabine's Gull that Mike Morse kindly sent me...

Now that's a Sab's photo!    © Mike Morse 

A Week in the Life...

As a fully retired old-age pensioner there is now no logistical reason why I cannot go birdwatching almost every day. I guess there must be many OAPs who do just that, but I know I never shall. Frankly it is not in me. In fact it would likely do my head in. For me the birding juices ebb and flow, and like it or not I am apparently subject to that tide. Right now I am happily bobbing along on the flood, so reports early in the week of Grey Phalaropes here and there around Lyme Bay - and from Portland in particular - got me off my backside last Thursday, and out along Cogden Beach in speculative hope.

The afternoon was sunny but very windy, with an onshore blast giving me all sorts of optimistic vibes. Within minutes of hitting the shingle, a tiny distant blip drew my eye like a magnet. Definitely a phalarope, but too far out to identify to species. Perhaps a photo would nail it? Despite several minutes of trying, I simply could not get it in the viewfinder. Its being visible for about two seconds in every twenty didn't help, and eventually I had to let it go. Thankfully, half way along the beach I got another chance. This one was much closer in, but still a pig to photograph...

Grey Phalarope off Cogden Beach. They do like a weed raft!

Such a distinctive silhouette.

Success is such a drug. Setting out with a target species in mind, and actually finding it...well...

Friday morning was obviously going to be Wryneck time.

Except it wasn't. There were birds on Friday, but no Wrynecks. Having missed most of August, 12 Yellow Wagtails on the beach were my first of the autumn. No pics of them, but there was other stuff...

Cirl Bunting in song just after first light. Camera settings all to cock.

Peregrine over - not an everyday sight at Cogden.

Uncooperative Whinchat, one of three or four.

That's better.

I inadvertantly flushed a trio of Cirl Buntings, which conveniently landed in a nearby Hawthorn. The male was a bit hidden, but the other two allowed for photos. I am pretty sure this is a family party...

Possibly the scruffiest Cirl I have ever seen. Clearly an adult female, with active moult in the tail and, well, everywhere!

This one I think is a juvenile male, with dark feathering breaking through below the bill.

All three are visible in this shot.

Three Cirl Buntings - the easy version.

Saturday morning was earmarked for the Seaton Birdwatching Tram, but first, a seawatch...

An autumn south-easterly is a rare thing here, especially one as strong as greeted me at Seaton seafront first thing. I sat down, sorted out the scope and put my eye to it. Wow! Instantly my scope was chock-full of Balearics! Judging by the numbers on view, they must have been moving from dawn. The flood soon slowed to a trickle, but by the time I packed up at 07:50 or so I had counted 335 Balearic Shearwaters E, comfortably a record count for me. Ian M had joined me shortly after 07:00, and we enjoyed a big pulse of 'commic' terns through as well, with 210 at least - mostly Common Terns but also a few Arctics, including two or three distinctive juveniles.

Highlight of the Birdwatching Tram was a little flock of perhaps 10 or more Cattle Egrets...

The dark bill ages this Cattle Egret as a juvenile.

The first time I have ever witnessed this!

The ever burgeoning population of these things may not bode well for our ecosystem, but Cattle Egrets sure are entertaining.

In the afternoon I managed a visit to Cogden. I had thought the SE wind might bring us a few common migrants, but the local grapevine suggested otherwise. And it was correct. Still, I was not going to go home without a Redstart. And blow me, I didn't...

Distant Redstart in the sun.

Also, a gorgeous Painted Lady

Which brings me to this morning...

Actually, Cogden was dire this morning. Apart from 4 Wheatears and a Whinchat on the beach, absolutely no passerine migrants whatsoever. Highlight of the visit was a Cogden first for me...

Redshank is a Cogden tick! And how many visits has it taken...?

Seems ages since I last posted a cheery Wheatear pic. So...

Still plenty of time for a Wryneck.